Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money
want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
Nigga I need money money
Nigga want hundeds hundeds
Nigga money money money

1]
The biggest fast time is rhyme the crime
Its been the man since the game became mine
I spot four one of these at the same
like Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine
Do I a fuck, no I never have
I blow my weed and take a bubble bath
I laugh at these niggaz, I mad at you niggaz
Cause half of you niggaz cant even fuck me
I'm on it I'm so fucking city
And every town that I roll through I leave my G
LBC, now that's I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter a batch of fish grease in a skillet
I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the
See where I'm from you either rate us, hate us or us
And right about now all the cap peelers feel us

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2]
Money, money is
the crack to the fiend
It's the king to the
It supreme
the crop to the cream (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its everybodys
Money, mo money, get
But make sure you know that your folks don't get
Everybody claiming that they down on they
I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks
I throw on my black with my all gold chucks
Now lets see which one of my we gone use today
To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World fucking U.S.A
Its all a dream, and dreams can come
If it happen for me, it can happen for you
from the beach, he keep shit cracking
And everything he touch to go platinum

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3]
Ya got to have cash to make it these
And you can make at least one of a different ways
You can holler at the Meech and get a dope track
And you a rap, and try to get you to snap
Or you could stand on the streets and holler and
You can throw up insane, twenty or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money money that's all a see
See to get it, is to it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the game
You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the coast
Still smoking, with a pound of shit
for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money

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For all the niggaz out there their money
Money is the root of all huh
You what
I mean, we already living in
So fuck, get money man
I look at shit this:
The fuckers that don't got money, they doing bad
and they don't give a fuck and they rob they they kill
And the fuckers that got money, they depressed
you know can't enjoy it
So I mean, whats pleasure
you wanna live with it our without it, I'm bout it
I got to have it, you me

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